You two have been dancing around it for weeks.
Flirting in front of everyone like it’s a joke—
But it’s not.
And everyone knows it.
They’re just waiting for the moment it finally crosses the line.
Tonight?
You almost give it to them.
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The kitchen is quieter than the rest of the house.
Music muffled through the walls.
Laughter somewhere down the hall.
You’re at the counter, pouring yourself a drink.
She walks in a second later.
Stops when she sees you.
“…Of course you in here.”
You don’t even turn around.
“Why, you looking for me?”
She huffs a quiet laugh.
“Don’t do that.”
You glance over your shoulder. Smirk already there.
“Do what.”
She steps closer. Slow.
“Talk like that.”
You lean back against the counter. Facing her fully now.
“Like what.”
She doesn’t answer right away.
Just looks at you.
Eyes dragging over your face.
Then lower. Then back up.
“…You know.”
You tilt your head.
“Maybe I don’t.”
She gets closer.
Close enough that there’s barely space between you now.
“You do.”
Your breath catches just slightly. You hate that.
“…Prove it.”
A pause.
Then—
Her hand comes up. Lightly gripping the edge of the counter beside you. Caging you in just enough.
“You been running that mouth all night.”
Her voice is lower now. Quieter. Different.
“And you ain’t said nothing back.”
You swallow.
“I’m saying something now.”
“Yeah?”
Her head dips slightly. Closer.
“Say it all again.”
You hold her gaze.
“…You’re the one who came in here.”
A small smirk pulls at her mouth.
“Yeah.”
“And?”
“And I don’t think you came for a drink.”
Her eyes flick to your lips. Then back up.
“You talk too much.”
“Then make me stop.”
The air shifts. Heavy.
She exhales slowly.
Then her hand moves— Not rough. Just enough to tilt your chin slightly.
“Careful, don’t get smart.”
You don’t pull away.
“…Or what.”
She leans in. Close enough that you can feel her breath now.
“Or I will.”
Your heart is pounding. You don’t move. Neither does she—
For half a second. Then she closes the gap just a little more—
Right before—
The kitchen door swings open.
“Yo—”
Another voice cuts in.
You both pull back instantly. Like it never almost happened.
The other stud steps in—
Stops. Looks between you two.
“…oh.”
A slow grin spreads across her face.
“Did I interrupt something?”
“Mm-mm.” You shake your head fast.
Evie glares at the other stud. Then mouthes:
“I’ll kill you nigga.”